Chapter 35When Patricia joins me, I take my leave of Byron and we get into my car and head for Perpignan. As expected, driving in the town is hell. I find the gallery easily enough, but as luck would have it, it's in one of the busiest parts of town. By the time I've driven past it three times and still found nowhere to park, Patricia is beginning to panic about being late for her appointment. I'm feeling agitated and end up parking immediately in front of the gallery, in a tow-away zone. I'll just have to keep my eye on the car and if a police officer comes along, show my badge and say that I'm on official business.
When we enter the gallery, I see that although it has a rather small shop front, it's like the 'Tardis' from Dr. Who. It stretches into quite an enormous space which houses d
